Do old demons have to follow me around?
They whisper of their victories,
In every sight and sound.
In my childhood they were friends,
Kept me company.
Now I’m grown and have the Lord,
Not childish blind—I see!
They’re old and ugly,
Strong and tall.
They stand in my path;
Try to make me fall.
I know my rights,
And recall my wrongs.
But still my heart
To falter longs.
The Lord’s the One,
I’ll bow to.
I’ll stand my ground,
Won’t be stopped by you.
I put the past behind me,
Won’t let it be a pest.
But why, oh why,
Won’t the past let me rest?
Age 15